To be honest, I was lost for about 95% of this trail but here is what I know:

We ran through the woods and along Kelly Drive. We were parched and a kind man on a golf course gave a few of us some fancy tall boy IPAs. Fort Dixalot was stalked by a panting cat. We found a creepy night time drum circle in the woods. We drank light beers on a trail through the woods.

The bar was closing as we finished our run so we purchased a bunch of PBR tall boys and headed to an empty lot in the middle of a neighborhood downtown. Walkers stopped and joined in on the fun and the bar tender (who was now off work) casually walked in to the circle, chugged an entire tall boy in one go, threw it on the ground, and walked away like it was nothing. I hope to be like her when I grow up.